Beiges

There is a range of sepia-quality colors, of forgotten books in the basement, of a coffee with too much milk, of the plastic of which computers were made in the nineties and the shades of grandma’s underwear. A range of colors that’s just as basic as denim, but a bit neglected and underestimated that we rarely dare to wear head to toe.

A range of which Barcelona stains from the beach to the mountains, whose architecture is distinguished by an specific shade of pantone that every building must be painted according to strict municipality regulations. No matter the area, social class or how old is the neighborhood; everything is dressed in beige. A color that I editorially try to avoid, as its contrast against the walls is minimum, but when used ingeniously with the help of white and a touch of gold, can result into my new summer uniform.